In the first moment of our lives
A seed of love is sown
To bless our hearts, once it arrives
So, we won’t feel alone
A joy, so precious and so rare
To linger, all the while
Is what we find, awaiting there
In our grandparent’s smile.

During childhood, the seedling grows
Into a special bond
Whose beauty, like a scented rose
Remains forever fond
To resonate within the heart
And navigate each mile
That leaves our lives ever apart
From our grandparent’s smile.

As time goes on, our lives will sprout
Just like a tree in spring
But, in moments of joy and doubt
Through what this world shall bring
A joy so precious and so rare
Will linger, all the while
And guide us by the loving care
Of our grandparent’s smile.

© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection